Chapter 7

Hey guys…I'm so so sorry for not updating, but I've been really busy with school and my original story and the book I'm writing with my sister…

But, this is a new chapter (yay!), and it might be shorter than usual…the only thing I can say is that I AM still writing, just…this story isn't a huge priority, I guess. Sorry.

Hope you like the chapter, please R&R! I hope it's not complete crap!

Also sorry about the note on my profile, turns out my teacher was nice and only took off ten points (82, yay). I was just kinda freaking out about it. I'm probably going to take it down.

Tobias POV

Callie is dead. She jumped into the Chasm.

Why?

Tris is in full Six mode, calming down and yelling for everyone to go back to the dorm. She approaches the body when all of the initiates besides me are gone. She acts like she has forgotten about me, but I know that she is subtly letting me stay.

Taking a breath, I join Tris next to the corpse and we just stare at it. I don't want to describe it to myself, but I know it's her. Same clothes, same hair. It's Callie, for sure.

Tris identifies the girl and tells the others in an emotionless tone before she stands up and leaves the Pit. After a second, I walk away and follow her.

She's angry. I can tell by the way she left and the way she's walking when I see her. I stay a safe distance away until she turns into an empty room. I follow, and as soon as I slip through the door, she's on me, pulling me in and shutting the door.

She knew she was being followed. I'm not surprised. She turns away from me and collapses against the wall. I join her, but I sit about a foot away.

In the dim light, I realize that she is beautiful. I don't know why I chose to think about this now, but maybe it's just because I feel like I've known all along, but never chosen to think about it. She is my trainer, after all. She's two years older than me. And anyways, why would she want anything to do with me?

Tris must guess what I'm thinking as I stare at her, as she clears her throat and blushes slightly. I stop staring at her, knowing that she probably thinks I'm crazy, and stare down at my lap. I stay there for a minute until I feel something brush against my leg. I look up and see that she is sitting right next to me, and that I looked up too fast. Her face is close to mine, too close. We both move at the same time, moving a few inches apart so we don't feel as awkward.

"So," Tris starts hastily. "Where's Callie?"

"What do you mean? She's dead. She jumped into the Chasm and she's dead." Tris chuckles and shakes her head. I frown. I am totally confused.

"It's not her. I know it's not. Same hair and clothes, yes. But not Callie."

"But…but how? And why?" What is she talking about?

"Think about it, Tobias. She was sent here for a reason. You think they're just going to kill her off before initiation ends? No. They're going to pull her out."

I sit there and stare. I just stare at her. Because I know she's right.

"I can't believe I didn't realize that" I mutter and shake my head. She's smart. Smarter than I am. Which is another reason why I can't be with her. Stop thinking like that! There are a million reasons why you can't be with her!

I calm down and force myself to think about Callie, not Tris.

"So you think she's back where she came from already?" I ask, not meeting Tris's gaze.

"No," she shakes her head, "there's no way she could have gotten out so quickly. She's still here somewhere, in the Dauntless compound." I nod and try to think. Suddenly Tris speaks again.

"Tobias…" I look at her. "I feel like, you know, since we're sharing secrets and all...something's going on around here. Something bad...and I think it has to do with Erudite and Jeanine Matthews."

"Jeanine? Why her? What is Erudite doing?"

"I think...I think she's trying to do something to the Dauntless, possibly sabotage. I've been trying to find out but I haven't gotten very far." She blushes. "I might be a leader, but Eric and Max don't tell me anything, and it's difficult to sneak around them."

"Do you think they're in with Jeanine?" She nods.

"Yeah, but there's no way to prove it. I need to get through to one of them, probably Max. He was a leader before Eric, and I feel like if it's really Jeanine Matthews, Eric would be most likely to follow her orders," Tris shivers. "I really hate Eric."

I nod. I've seen him in action, and I am very glad that he is not my initiation instructor. I wouldn't have passed the first stage at all. He's loud, rude, and obnoxious in the cafeteria, condescending during training, and the whole time he has the same expression that just makes me want to punch him in the face. The few times that he came in to watch our training, he ended up threatening to throw knives at Addy. Nick refused and offered to take her place (a real gentleman) but then Max came in and told him to stop. There have been other times where he's threatened initiates and been stopped by either Tris or Max, and I know that there will come a time where there is no one there to stop him.

I realize that my fists are clenched and trembling, and I force myself to calm down. Tris watches me, a sad look in her eyes.

"Marcus," I flinch at the name, but nod at her to continue. "Did Marcus really...do what the rumors said? I never believed what Marcus said at all. My mother told me not to trust him, even though my dad told me that Marcus was a good person and that the rumors were lies. Which side is true? I don't think you were anything like what Marcus said you were." She stares at me, trying to gauge my reaction, but I turn away.

"My father-" I start, then clear my throat. "No, Marcus. Not my father. Not anymore." I look up at her and she nods in understanding. I take a breath.

"The rumors are true." I stare at her as I say this, so that she knows I'm telling the truth. She looks taken aback, her eyes looking at me with such pity that I grimace and turn away again. "Please. Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Look at me" I gesture towards her face without looking at it. "That face. Everybody makes that face and I hate it. I don't want pity." I hear her sigh.

"Tobias," she says softly. "I don't pity you. I pity the fact that you had Marcus as a father, and that everyone believes his lies. I pity the fact that I never knew what was happening to you, that no one did, that you had to suffer alone. But I don't pity you, if that makes any sense." I shrug and turn to face her again.

"I guess...it kinda does." She sighs and her hand reaches out before she yanks it back towards her body, blushing. I try to ignore it, and out of habit I reach under my shirt and run my fingers over the scars on my body aimlessly. The bruises and cuts from the day before the Choosing Ceremony have long faded, but the skin is still healing. I have felt so much better since I left the torture behind, and the scars are the only things besides Marcus that remind me of my former life in Abnegation.

Her eyes follow my movements, and suddenly she blushes and looks up to my face.

"Can I...Can I see?" she asks, her face beet red. I shrug, also embarrassed.

"I…I guess so, I mean, if you want" I turn around so that my back is facing her and I can't see her face.

"I want to get a tattoo," I say hesitantly. "Yeah, I want something to cover it, something Dauntless." And with that, I pull my shirt over my head and hold my breath.

Oh kay…so there's that, sorry again for waiting forever on this. Please please tell me if you think it's complete crap, I will rewrite or extend it if people don't like it!

It is actually as long as most of my other chapters, even though I wanted it to be longer, this was the best I could do. Also it's a cliffhanger, kinda, so I wanted to end it there.

Anyways, please R&R, and I'll hopefully be ready to post again next week. And one more thing, sorry. I promise this chapter and the next, even though they might seem like filler, I assure you it is all part of the story.

See you next week!

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